”Damien burst out of the car, his shotgun in hand, and raced across the street to the gate. Mary stood proud over her kills. Through the thick, bull...tproof window of the card shack, the third guard lay gutted on the ground.Mary put her foot on one of the heads like a conquering hero. “How was that, Sire?”“Stop posing, this is serious.” Damien peered through the wrought iron fence. The house was distant. The yard before it dotted with gazebos and sculpted bushes. Guards stood at the mansions. ’ ‘Yes Ma’am. It is an honor to be under your feet.’ She just laughed ‘Well step mom you can be useful at the same time as well.’ ‘I am sorry Ma’am you were resting your feet on my face and watching TV and I didn’t want to disturb you.’ ‘Yes, that is but you don’t have to be so lazy just lying around. You could lick clean the soles of my beautiful flip flops at the same time if you want.’ ‘I am sorry Ma’am for being so lazy. Please forgive me.’ I raised her flip flopped foot above my upturned. She wasn't wearing panties, and had a most amazing jumble of silky pubic hair, trimmed neatly on the sides. Her legs were so thin that they never touched one another. My prick grew quickly at the sight of her and it was a dangerous struggle in the confines of the closet to pull it out through my fly. I was so focused on being quiet that I missed when she discarded her shirt and sat back down.I had picked the right vantage point. Her feet were back on the coffee table, legs spread wide and very. ‘So what are you working on?’ She asked as she glanced towards my computer. ‘Oh just some bits and bobs, I’ve been asked to ghost write for a project so I’m just looking over the details and seeing at which angle I should attack it first.’ The project was a script for a mutual friend of ours and was hopefully going to be the next big talked about play in London. ‘You mind if I take a look at it?’ ‘No at all, I haven’t written much myself yet, but there’s plenty of narrative in there to give.